We’ve all gone down the ‘haunted places’ rabbit hole at some point in our lives. Hours of content on YouTube that we idled away, only to later feel a little too scared to go into the bathroom alone or walk down a dark corridor… wait, is that just me? Surely not.
Anyway, whether it’s a bit of a micro-obsession or just something you enjoy reading about from time to time, rest assured: you’re not the only one. In fact, someone recently turned to netizens to ask what kind of scary experiences they’d had while living, working, or staying in places that were notoriously haunted, and the answers did not disappoint.
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#21
Well it wasn't me that work there but I was there and witnessed it and learned later that it was a regular thing.
So my moms friend used to work at the Whaley house in the 90s. And almost every night late in the evening when they'd be closing up, all the cars parked along the street would suddenly have their alarms activated for no reason. Like someone went along and just bumped all the cars one after another triggering their alarms.
I was there on more than one occasion both to see my moms friend AND hanging out in old town late at night.
We dont why it happens.
So my moms friend used to work at the Whaley house in the 90s. And almost every night late in the evening when they'd be closing up, all the cars parked along the street would suddenly have their alarms activated for no reason. Like someone went along and just bumped all the cars one after another triggering their alarms.
I was there on more than one occasion both to see my moms friend AND hanging out in old town late at night.
We dont why it happens.
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#22
I worked at a haunted house that was old Victorian era and I remember one time I was one of the last people still inside so I had to navigate the house in almost complete darkness. The entire time I was upstairs I kept hearing footsteps like someone was following me so I would naturally turn around and no one was there. Except one time I turned around and saw something gaunt and emaciated looking peeking at me from around a corner and I took off. I got outside and looked back out of fear but nothing was there. The scariest part was when me and my buddy were leaving. He asked me why I was taking my time upstairs and staring out the window. I’m so glad I stopped volunteering there.
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#23
I work in a grocery store one night a week placing sake tags. It was probably one of my first few feet there and I was by myself and the kughrs went off at midnight. I thought no big deal. I have my music and can still see. I stood up and looked down the aisle, I saw a person peek their head around the corner as if they were looking down at something. I assumed it was a customer and went to help them when rhe figure moved right to left and I realized it was a shadow. Only then did it hit me that it was 12:30am and the store was closed(had been for an hour) and I was alone. So what did I see?
Jolly_Job_9852, https://www.freepik.com/premium-photo/supermarket-worker-apron-stacking-fruits-his-department-grocery-store-employee-with-lemons_278567944.htm#fromView=search&page=1&position=15&uuid=6979b571-1edf-455e-b300-0462b1ac0f45&query=worker++grocery+store
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#24
It didnt shake me to my core, but it was still pretty creepy. I lived for several years in a house in central NY built in 1850. It was haunted. Things would disappear, there would be footsteps upstairs when I was the only one home, the constant feeling of being watched, etc. Only happened the one time but that was enough.
One day I was getting ready to leave. I was walking to the front door and as I approached it, the doorknob turned and the door opened. Not a little open either. Like, wide open. Clearly not the result of the wind or a draft.
Yeah, pretty creepy.
One day I was getting ready to leave. I was walking to the front door and as I approached it, the doorknob turned and the door opened. Not a little open either. Like, wide open. Clearly not the result of the wind or a draft.
Yeah, pretty creepy.
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#25
For seven years I worked at a plant in a small town in northern Indiana. I am a student of history and I know the area very well- this town used to be swampland, and there were numerous old cemeteries and burial grounds which were built over. This plant I'm referring to according to old plat maps, is sitting right over Miami burial grounds (or thereabouts). As far as I can tell you, nothing ever happened in the production side of the plant per se, it was the warehouse and the office spaces that gave the worst vibes.
Several times I had to go in on weekends to do some work, which occasionally required warehouse visits. It was particularly spooky with the lights off, but there were times you could hear footsteps in one of the three aisles. As for the office spaces, there was one long continuous hallway in the office spaces, exit lights made it glow red at night. I would often get feelings of being watched when I'd go up there alone, and there was a lady who worked there who was somewhat sensitive to these things and she always requested that I go with her to the offices during the night. It was kinda eerie. .
Several times I had to go in on weekends to do some work, which occasionally required warehouse visits. It was particularly spooky with the lights off, but there were times you could hear footsteps in one of the three aisles. As for the office spaces, there was one long continuous hallway in the office spaces, exit lights made it glow red at night. I would often get feelings of being watched when I'd go up there alone, and there was a lady who worked there who was somewhat sensitive to these things and she always requested that I go with her to the offices during the night. It was kinda eerie. .
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#26
My daughter worked as security for an old college campus and often had to work nights. There was a building she was checking late at night where she passed the window of a music room that had a man playing the grand piano. He looked up at her as he was playing. Since it was after hours she was in process of entering the room to ask him to leave. When she opened the door, nobody was in there. The only way out was the door she entered. He simply vanished.
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#27
I worked in a Marriott as a bartender, the restaurant side would close earlier than the bar. It was a giant room and set for next days breakfast. There was a ceiling high partition along the middle of the room, my bar was on the other side, along with the patio and pool. There was barely any staff at that time of night, basically myself and the front desk almost a block away. I had to walk through the restaurant to access the kitchen, I usually did fruit prep late when it was slow.
So many times I walked through the restaurant and saw an older lady sitting in the same seat by herself... and every time, i would say ugh, here we go, dumb customer sitting in the dark, too stupid to know the restaurant's closed. I would gear up for drama, but then she suddenly wouldn't be there
She didn't scare me, I prefer her over some entitled Marriott rewards member lol.
While I worked there a cop ended himself in the room. That hotel was known for people checking in and hurting themselves.
I also worked at another haunted hotel before furlough, same kind of late night alone thing. That one was a guy. And I saw a blonde chick there too. I can tell that story if anyone cares to hear it.
So many times I walked through the restaurant and saw an older lady sitting in the same seat by herself... and every time, i would say ugh, here we go, dumb customer sitting in the dark, too stupid to know the restaurant's closed. I would gear up for drama, but then she suddenly wouldn't be there
She didn't scare me, I prefer her over some entitled Marriott rewards member lol.
While I worked there a cop ended himself in the room. That hotel was known for people checking in and hurting themselves.
I also worked at another haunted hotel before furlough, same kind of late night alone thing. That one was a guy. And I saw a blonde chick there too. I can tell that story if anyone cares to hear it.
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#28
Not me, nor a hotel, but a haunted story nonetheless. Growing up my mom would always tell me stories about the house she lived in prior to marrying my dad being haunted. Her family was large, and she had two young brothers and a two year old nephew. At first she thought the boys were up to mischief, so disregarded strange occurrences like belongings being moved in her room, or her neatly made bed torn up when she got home, sometimes clothes thrown on the floor. One thing she’d notice was always a smell of women’s perfume, which she thought strange since it wasn’t a scent any of the women of the house wore. Come wedding time and my mom has her wedding dress hanging on the back of her bedroom door, and this time has gotten a lock for it to keep the boys out. Upon coming home the night before her wedding she unlocks her door and finds her wedding dress hanging from the ceiling fan going full blast, and then begins to think freaky stuff has actually been going on. Later that night she is awoken to a noise but can’t see anything, but feels a presence and when she jumps up to turn on her bedroom lights there is a print on the foot of her bed...and she can smell the perfume again. These were always just made up to me...
In sixth grade I met this kid, and he was strange to say the least. This is the year 2000 and he wore Beatles shirts and would talk about hippie stuff, to me, a 10 year old. Sometimes he would tell me these spooky stories about his house, and how it was haunted by some lady who ended herself because her husband was cheating on her...apparently this was common knowledge as he was the first mayor of our town. Anyways this lady would play pranks on them like move objects, unlock and lock doors, scent, etc...and I was like, man you are just as crazy as my mom.
So my mom and I were out driving one day and she stops the car and goes, that’s the house I told you the stories about (which I’d kind of known, my mom lived in a lot of places)...and low and behold my freaking classmate is standing in the driveway. To this day when I doubt stories about haunted places I always remember their stories.
In sixth grade I met this kid, and he was strange to say the least. This is the year 2000 and he wore Beatles shirts and would talk about hippie stuff, to me, a 10 year old. Sometimes he would tell me these spooky stories about his house, and how it was haunted by some lady who ended herself because her husband was cheating on her...apparently this was common knowledge as he was the first mayor of our town. Anyways this lady would play pranks on them like move objects, unlock and lock doors, scent, etc...and I was like, man you are just as crazy as my mom.
So my mom and I were out driving one day and she stops the car and goes, that’s the house I told you the stories about (which I’d kind of known, my mom lived in a lot of places)...and low and behold my freaking classmate is standing in the driveway. To this day when I doubt stories about haunted places I always remember their stories.
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#29
I worked at a hotel that had an attached library to the lobby. We lost power one night - summer thunderstorm - and I was sitting in our lobby with blazing emergency lanterns everywhere and realized, at 3 AM, that I was hearing footsteps in the attached library. Only 4 or 5 but...I never heard the back door open. They never went past me to the library.
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#30
Don’t work in a hotel but def one of the weirdest things I’ve ever experienced in one.
So my SO and I arrived in our hotel room rather bushed after a long drive. SO is sitting at the little desk browsing on our laptop. Im chilling on the bed, stretching my back and just gazing up at the ceiling, my mind wandering hither and thither.
I’m checking out all the usual ceiling gadgets that are common in hotel rooms, like sprinkler heads, fire/smoke detectors and such.
I work in building design and planning, and most people in that field will probably agree that when you’re deep into a project it kind of tends to pop into your thoughts a lot.
My current project was an elementary school rebuild, and the last thing we were working on was implementation of fire codes, specifically fire exits for the kiddos and teachers.
So I’m still looking up and my eyes kind of focus on the fire/smoke detector and I start thinking about the school design and visualizing the children evacuating and suddenly my thoughts kind of take off and I’m seeing flames and kids running down the fire escape and it’s pretty intense, but they’re just thoughts and I shake my head and move on to something else. I say nothing to my SO.
So some minutes pass and suddenly the in house phone rings which startled us both (this was around 2005-10ish, before cell phones were everywhere) SO picks up the phone on the desk and I hear SO answer “yes” and then “no, everything’s ok here”, then hangs up.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Oh, it was the front desk. They said they got a notice on the board that the fire alarm in our room had gone off, and wondered if everything was alright”.
So my SO and I arrived in our hotel room rather bushed after a long drive. SO is sitting at the little desk browsing on our laptop. Im chilling on the bed, stretching my back and just gazing up at the ceiling, my mind wandering hither and thither.
I’m checking out all the usual ceiling gadgets that are common in hotel rooms, like sprinkler heads, fire/smoke detectors and such.
I work in building design and planning, and most people in that field will probably agree that when you’re deep into a project it kind of tends to pop into your thoughts a lot.
My current project was an elementary school rebuild, and the last thing we were working on was implementation of fire codes, specifically fire exits for the kiddos and teachers.
So I’m still looking up and my eyes kind of focus on the fire/smoke detector and I start thinking about the school design and visualizing the children evacuating and suddenly my thoughts kind of take off and I’m seeing flames and kids running down the fire escape and it’s pretty intense, but they’re just thoughts and I shake my head and move on to something else. I say nothing to my SO.
So some minutes pass and suddenly the in house phone rings which startled us both (this was around 2005-10ish, before cell phones were everywhere) SO picks up the phone on the desk and I hear SO answer “yes” and then “no, everything’s ok here”, then hangs up.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Oh, it was the front desk. They said they got a notice on the board that the fire alarm in our room had gone off, and wondered if everything was alright”.
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#31
I worked for Sears before they closed, and we'd stay after hours to set up everything for the morning shift. I remember my friend in HR calling me to the office to watch something they had just caught on camera. It was going down the hanging shirts aisle and just brushing them to the side. You couldn't see it, but the clothes were moving, and then the little creepy elevator we'd use opened and shut. I never took that elevator alone again.
I also would volunteer at a nursing home and the energy and late night activities were insane. Never again!
I also would volunteer at a nursing home and the energy and late night activities were insane. Never again!
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#32
I knew someone who worked in a 300year old whiskey distillery.
He said the place was absolutely full of spirits.
He said the place was absolutely full of spirits.
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#33
Not a hotel but I’m a backstage doorman at a Broadway theater (well I *was* covid...). There’s one particular theater that everyone swears is haunted, the Belasco, and while that isn’t my normal place I’ve been there alone at night a few dozen times, but I’ve never seen anything. My friend told me he was working there once and right before he was going to lock up he was standing on stage and saw a ghost kid in the mezzanine so he ran out of the theater and locked the door behind him, I was like “um, I’m pretty sure you locked a child in the theater you mook.” There was no kid to be found so maybe I’m the mook.
When you walk backstage at the theater there’s a big picture of Mr. Belasco, who was gone in 1931, and most of the doormen and security guys say good morning and good night to it because they’re afraid he’ll be pissed if they don’t. I work with a bunch of lunatics.
When you walk backstage at the theater there’s a big picture of Mr. Belasco, who was gone in 1931, and most of the doormen and security guys say good morning and good night to it because they’re afraid he’ll be pissed if they don’t. I work with a bunch of lunatics.
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#34
I worked as a housekeeper at a ‘haunted hotel’ for about a year.
There’s many stories I could tell but there was this one room that messed me up mentally for months, still have nightmares about it now.
So the hotel is a grade two listed building, a Manor House that was converted into a hotel. It’s said that the family who built and lived there had their bedrooms where room 1,2 and 3 now are. The rooms are out of the way and down a dark corridor which gives them an eerie feeling but they’re decent rooms. Number 2 is one of the biggest and luxurious rooms to stay in.
However, it’s rumoured that when the house was being converted that the builders found a skeleton of a child in the fireplace, the fireplace that’s still in that room. The room opens up to a long corridor, the bathroom on the left and a super king bed in a huge living area looking over the gardens. I never felt right in there, but things got worse a few months in when I started having nightmares that I was being chased down the rooms corridor. I’d never see what was chasing me but I’d be filled with dread. The corridor would just keep going for what seemed like forever but when I’d reach the door, there’d be no handle. I had that dream every night for months, my teeth got damaged from all the grinding and so exhausted that I could barely do the job. In the end the place got me so depressed I was self harming again, something I’d been clean of since I was a teen. Since quitting the job that dream and my mental health improving, the dream became much less frequent but I still get it from time to time when things are bad. The whole hotel is toxic but that one room still continues to haunt me.
There’s many stories I could tell but there was this one room that messed me up mentally for months, still have nightmares about it now.
So the hotel is a grade two listed building, a Manor House that was converted into a hotel. It’s said that the family who built and lived there had their bedrooms where room 1,2 and 3 now are. The rooms are out of the way and down a dark corridor which gives them an eerie feeling but they’re decent rooms. Number 2 is one of the biggest and luxurious rooms to stay in.
However, it’s rumoured that when the house was being converted that the builders found a skeleton of a child in the fireplace, the fireplace that’s still in that room. The room opens up to a long corridor, the bathroom on the left and a super king bed in a huge living area looking over the gardens. I never felt right in there, but things got worse a few months in when I started having nightmares that I was being chased down the rooms corridor. I’d never see what was chasing me but I’d be filled with dread. The corridor would just keep going for what seemed like forever but when I’d reach the door, there’d be no handle. I had that dream every night for months, my teeth got damaged from all the grinding and so exhausted that I could barely do the job. In the end the place got me so depressed I was self harming again, something I’d been clean of since I was a teen. Since quitting the job that dream and my mental health improving, the dream became much less frequent but I still get it from time to time when things are bad. The whole hotel is toxic but that one room still continues to haunt me.
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#35
I do AV in Chicago and had a night gala at the drake hotel in the Gold Coast ballroom where the famous ghost story of the woman who apparently ended herself by jumping happened, apparently in the Gold Coast was where her husband was caught having intimate time with another woman. Long story short, during setup I’m alone setting up speakers and monitors, I keep having my Monitors unplugged from the wall, I think nothing of it the first time it happens or the second time, but after I taped them onto the walls so they wouldn’t come undone, right as I’m about to finish setting up my last monitor, all 6 of them come undone from the walls and I’ve never been so frightened in my life I immediately bolted out of the room, eventually came back in did the show, made sure I struck everything as quick as I could before banquets finished so I wouldn’t be alone and bam, went home. I’ve worked at that property since it happened to me 4yrs ago but I’ve been sent in with a partner and all is been good.
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#36
I had a few rooms on my floor that I was uncomfortable with being in alone. We weren't allowed to turn on the TVs, but I didn't care. In those rooms the TV absolutely had to be on, and on comedy central to keep me entertained.
I figured out early on while working my floor which rooms were different. Flickering lights, cold spots, that feeling you get when someone is standing right behind you, but actually the creepiest one is the feeling of somebody's face being right in front of yours.
I figured out early on while working my floor which rooms were different. Flickering lights, cold spots, that feeling you get when someone is standing right behind you, but actually the creepiest one is the feeling of somebody's face being right in front of yours.
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#37
My location is rich with history. Another short but good one.
We had a room that if a woman would enter and sit on the bed with all lights off something incredible would happen. Once sat alone, she would simply say, "Please sir, I need light to see, can you help me?" Lights would immediately turn on, but only if she was alone. Almost all of our female staff tested it. We always said "Thank you sir" before leaving..... one always needs to be respectful.
We had a room that if a woman would enter and sit on the bed with all lights off something incredible would happen. Once sat alone, she would simply say, "Please sir, I need light to see, can you help me?" Lights would immediately turn on, but only if she was alone. Almost all of our female staff tested it. We always said "Thank you sir" before leaving..... one always needs to be respectful.
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#38
I was the front desk manager of a resort in Scottsdale, Arizona. It was high end, where NFL football teams would stay when they traveled and all sorts of famous people rolled in and out of there, so I had my fair share of stories. But theres one room we could never rent out, even If we wanted to, well one floor I should say...
The resort (a new company took over and fired me and a bunch of other people, it's a chain hotel now) had 2 sides, the east and the west. The east side was the part connected to the lobby. It had a bigger pool, the common room with games and where breakfast was served, it was far more busier than the west. Each side had 4 floors. And while the 4th floor on the east was fine, same couldnt be said for the west...
The 4th floor of west side was 1 big room. It had anything you could imagine in there. A grand piano, billiard table, TVs, consoles, full kitchen, a floor of rooms, you name it. That's where we would put teams or bands who came to stay. It belong to the owner of the hotel, he made it so he could basically live there as he got older. Well he passed away a couple years into me working there, so we decided to rent it out instead.
The first couple of occupants would complain about noises and small inconveniences. But around the 6th occupant, things got really out of hand. I remember it so clearly because I was scared out of my mind and didnt know what to do.
It was about 2am and I was working the front desk. I got a call from room 410 (4th floor west side) and the caller was panicked and asked to check-out immediately. I informed them that I could transfer them to another room or check them out of their stay and they didnt even consider transferring, they just wanted out. I tried to get an explanation but all they said was "I tell you more in the lobby" and hung up. I was confused and waited for them to come down, eventually they did. They were all out of breath and pale. They explained to me that "the music just wont stop". They said the grand piano was playing all night, on it's own. That the microwave would constantly beep and lights would flicker like strobe lights. I started to get anxious but I helped them check out. Once that was settled me and a few late night coworkers decided we had to check to make sure. What if they were lying and just wanted a free stay for the night?
We made our way up there and it all seemed normal. I was embarrassed that I ever felt scared and upset that I had refunded such an expensive stay. As we checked all the rooms we heard a glass shatter. We went back to the kitchen to see an alcohol bottle had broken and there were shards and drink all over the floor. Next thing we knew, it was all happening again. The lights would flicker, we'd hear footsteps, doors would close, and more... we ran out of there as soon as possible.
We agreed we wouldn't rent the room out again, and only give tours if asked.
When the company got bought out I warned them about room 410 before they fired me. But all they said was "we get it, maids dont want to clean up that floor of a room, right?" And that was the end of it.
No one believes me. Only the people who were in that room know what happened and everyone else calls bs. But It happened. And i have the scars to prove it.
The resort (a new company took over and fired me and a bunch of other people, it's a chain hotel now) had 2 sides, the east and the west. The east side was the part connected to the lobby. It had a bigger pool, the common room with games and where breakfast was served, it was far more busier than the west. Each side had 4 floors. And while the 4th floor on the east was fine, same couldnt be said for the west...
The 4th floor of west side was 1 big room. It had anything you could imagine in there. A grand piano, billiard table, TVs, consoles, full kitchen, a floor of rooms, you name it. That's where we would put teams or bands who came to stay. It belong to the owner of the hotel, he made it so he could basically live there as he got older. Well he passed away a couple years into me working there, so we decided to rent it out instead.
The first couple of occupants would complain about noises and small inconveniences. But around the 6th occupant, things got really out of hand. I remember it so clearly because I was scared out of my mind and didnt know what to do.
It was about 2am and I was working the front desk. I got a call from room 410 (4th floor west side) and the caller was panicked and asked to check-out immediately. I informed them that I could transfer them to another room or check them out of their stay and they didnt even consider transferring, they just wanted out. I tried to get an explanation but all they said was "I tell you more in the lobby" and hung up. I was confused and waited for them to come down, eventually they did. They were all out of breath and pale. They explained to me that "the music just wont stop". They said the grand piano was playing all night, on it's own. That the microwave would constantly beep and lights would flicker like strobe lights. I started to get anxious but I helped them check out. Once that was settled me and a few late night coworkers decided we had to check to make sure. What if they were lying and just wanted a free stay for the night?
We made our way up there and it all seemed normal. I was embarrassed that I ever felt scared and upset that I had refunded such an expensive stay. As we checked all the rooms we heard a glass shatter. We went back to the kitchen to see an alcohol bottle had broken and there were shards and drink all over the floor. Next thing we knew, it was all happening again. The lights would flicker, we'd hear footsteps, doors would close, and more... we ran out of there as soon as possible.
We agreed we wouldn't rent the room out again, and only give tours if asked.
When the company got bought out I warned them about room 410 before they fired me. But all they said was "we get it, maids dont want to clean up that floor of a room, right?" And that was the end of it.
No one believes me. Only the people who were in that room know what happened and everyone else calls bs. But It happened. And i have the scars to prove it.
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#39
I work 3 rd shift in evs in a hospital and everyone always laughs at me about my ghost stories. Last week it was 2:30 am the work phone rang once in my pocket so I pulled it out to see who called and it was a nurses station that doesn’t exist anymore. The whole floors empty. If it had been maintenance or someone important they would’ve called from their phones and let it ring through. My coworker freaked out and now believes my ghost stories. I just saw a maintenance man about it and he was like NO WAY THATS CREEPY.
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#40
I'm a Pediatric Hospice RN and have had so many spirit encounters. They have actually all been beautiful, some life changing, all have been inspiring. I'm now working with newborn and infants and finding the soul of the young is just as strong as any age spirit I've ever encountered. here is a posting I made in another sub. It's sweet, and hope that you find it enlightening, but unfortunately will not 'shake' you as you are wanting. I just told one on a podcast and been invited on another podcast to tell several of my Hospice stories. I told some on Jeffmara if you go there and search for Hospice Nurse, same with Leyto FIles for the same subject. I hope you enjoy
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